Chapter 3: I meet my "father"
"Good thing you brought him back in time for the ritual. I don't want to have those shamans on my case. What has gotten into Bai Hua today? He has never acted this impertinent nor rebellious before. Does not having a mother turns a boy into such a wildling?" The speaker mused to himself.
"And what are those strange things around his ankles? What did he do this whole time while he was supposed to be in solitary fast? Little Lok, just because he's the Young Lord, doesn't mean that you have to be lenient and fail to report to me."
"Master, I have tried to remove that weird looking anklet from his ankles. But even with the use of my spirit force, it won't budge, " said Lok miserably as he knelt before his Lord. Never in his life, he thought he would see this day when he would disappoint his Lord so much that his master was not even raising his voice to reproach him today. And this made him more scared...
"Rise, and step aside. You disappoint me, Little Lok." The Lord drawled lazily.
He approached the bed where a boy of 14 years old was sleeping innocently. He instilled some of his spiritual force into the boy's temple.
"Mmmmm... dumplings..." moaned the boy.
The Lord frowned at this and flicked his hand and stop the spirit flow.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Cheng Yan sit up suddenly and screamed like he was about to die a gruesome death. The muffled scream that was withheld when he died was released uninhibited now.
And seeing the face of the man in front of him, he increased his volume.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
Though he was screaming like a lunatic the events that had happened after he was going home slowly passed through his mind like a 3D movie. He was sure he died back then. He genuinely felt his soul leaving his body. He was sure he saw his body fell to the ground while his soul was absorbed by the tree.
And there was another memory that was slowly trickling into his consciousness. The owner of the current body was on a solitary fast due to being initiated as an adult. Unlike his pessimistic old self, the current body belonged to a serious youth of 14 who had been trying to outdo his father his entire life. Heck, he felt that this youth had it rougher than him even though he was a "Young Lord". He was poor in his previous life but he did enjoy his pessimistic life. But this boy had been struggling to step out from the shadow of his father and find out the truth about his mother. This desire was the strongest and even though the boy's soul was no longer present in this body, the desire had been beaten into his bones and his very cells.
"What a way to wake up, Bai Hua. Half of the servants outside may have become deaf by now." said a lazy voice that seems to be coming from the man in front of him.
Father? Registered his thought. This man is my father?
And instantly his guard was up.
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